 | 1848 - 780 halaman
...from " To one in Paradise." * And all my days are trances And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams — In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams." Along with wonderful beauty of rhythm, thes' verses show the exquisite laste in phraseology,... | |
 | William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1839 - 368 halaman
...the stricken eagle soar. And all my hours are trances And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams, In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. REFLECTIONS IN A COUNTRY GRAVE YARD. COME, let ua recline awhile beneath the wide-spreading... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 688 halaman
...the stricken eagle soar ! And all my hours are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams, In what...pillow — From me, and from our misty clime, Where weeps the silver willow. That these lines were written in English — a language with which I had not... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 686 halaman
...the stricken eagle soar ! And all my hours are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams, In what ethereal dances, By what Italian streams. Alas 1 for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow, From Love to titled age and crime, And an... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 696 halaman
...stricken eagle soar ! And all my hours arc trances, And all my nightly dreams » Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams, In what ethereal dances, By what Italiau streams. Alas ! for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow, From Love to titled... | |
 | 1841 - 376 halaman
...the stricken eagle soar. And all my hours are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams, In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. THE BREEZES FAN MY BROW. BY JAMES P. OTIS. THE breezes fan my brow, And softly round... | |
 | 1914 - 668 halaman
...The full stanza rims : — And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams — In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams ! The person apostrophized is, presumably, nobody specially, this being in Poe's manner... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 556 halaman
...the stricken eagle soar ! Now all my hours are trances ; And all my nightly dreams Are where the dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams, In what...pillow ! — From me, and from our misty clime, Where weeps the silver willow 1 That these lines were written in English. — a language with which I had... | |
 | 1853 - 774 halaman
...the stricken eagle soar ! 1 And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams ; In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams !" Our readers must have remarked in the passages already quoted a peculiar habit of... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1853 - 188 halaman
...stricken eagle soar ! rv. And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams ; In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. THE VALLEY OF UNREST. Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell... | |
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No more — no more — no more" (Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar! 
